Demons

How can you trust yourself? How do you feel like you know what’s going on? It’s 

so obvious to everyone that you’re losing control. You’re making decisions, and they’re 

getting worse and worse. The choices you making are pushing you closer and closer to the 

edge. Your mistakes are piling up around you. What’s your excuse? Fighting internal 

demons? To be blunt, you’re fucked. Monsters, they’re real. They don’t just dwell inside 

your head. They live, they feed off of fear. They travel, they run through the minds of 

many. Sometimes, when they find someone weak enough, they stay there. They rest. Your 

mind, it’s the weak link. You’ve ruined yourself. What you think is hell now, you’ve got 

no idea. Just wait, wait for it to get worse. Soon, you’ll be sitting in an asylum, screaming 

into the night. What you’ll see, it’s real, it’s as real as the air you breathe. No one will 

believe you, because you’re much to weak, you opened yourself up for it. You get to live 

with the consequences. Congratulations, welcome to your own personal nightmare.

Could you change the way you think if you tried? Probably not. You know how 

when you were younger, you’d see something and it would scare you? And after you saw, 

or heard something that scared you a little bit, your mind would make up images, that 

were way worse than the original frightening thing. That’s the beauty of the human mind, 

it creates your nightmares, it’s self-destructive. It brings your fears to life. That’s how 

monsters are created.

I don’t think you could even start to understand. The way your heart pounds in 

your chest, the way your palms begin to sweat. People think people are scary, they've got 

no idea. Demons, demons are scary. What’s terrifying is that it’s the people that create 

them. And the fear that you have, the fear that you can feel, the building painful feeling in 

your stomach, that only makes it worse. When your heart starts racing, and your pupils 

dilate, and you start to fear for your life, that’s how monsters win.

The shadows, I always thought that they were the worst. The dark reaping shapes, 

they were silent. They never touched me, they never made a sound. That’s what was 

scary. They were silent, they didn’t do anything. It was just the fact that they were there. 

Their presence, seeping into the walls. You could just sense it. The room would feel 

colder, your hands would become clammy. I’d reassure myself, that they weren’t real, that 

it was just my imagination, but what can you do? When the mind is so immaculate, how 

can you tell the difference between reality and fiction?

It was definitely unnatural. The shadows, they followed me. I could tell. I 

couldn’t always see them, but I knew they were always present. I knew they were always 

close by. Just silently watching. Just the fact that they were there, it made me fearful. I 

could feel my life being sucked out of me, second by second. It was as if the darkness, 

was slowly sinking into my mind. That’s when it started, I believe. The shadows. They 

still scare me worse than anything else. I’d rather die a thousand horrid deaths than have 

to wait, have to wonder why the shadows were there. What really ate away at me was the  

curiosity, the imaginative ideas I came up with. They hadn’t done anything yet, but they 

were obviously evil, it was making me paranoid.

That’s when you could say it started. The fear. It was consuming. It was self 

obliterating. It was worse than any pain imaginable. Living in fear, day after day. I’d be 

doing a simple task, someone would make a loud noise and I’d jump out of my seat or 

scream. I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t as if it was by choice. I could feel the darkness, it was 

like a cloud, looming over head. One day it wasn’t there, and the next, it was. It stayed, 

like a storm cloud, it didn’t rain, nothing happened at first. The sky was just dark, and I 

could sense the upcoming disaster. I could taste it in the air, I could feel it with every 

breath I took. Rattling in my lungs, the air felt heavier, darker, more malicious. There was 

nothing I could do but wait, and I knew that whatever I was waiting for was worse than 

the darkness, worse than the shadows. I knew it wanted me to suffer.

Time passed, and I could still sense the shadows. Their presence became 

undeniable. I couldn’t just shrug it off as lack of sleep anymore. At the point of 

acceptance, it got worse. I started hearing things. At first, they weren’t exactly words. At 

first, it was just melodies. Creepy, but not painful. The shadows still loomed in the 

background, their presence was unwelcome, but still bearable. For the most part, I 

ignored the melodies. They sounded ancient, godly. The way it played, through my head 

scared me more than the shadows. I could tell, that I was the only one who could hear it. 

At this point, I decided I should probably seek medical help.

I was convinced that I was going crazy. I went to see my doctor, an old nice man, 

who went by Johnson. The words ‘I think I’m going insane’ were hardly out of my mouth 

before he started laughing. He wrote me a prescription for sleeping pills after hearing my 

story, drew some blood and told me ‘Crazy people don’t know they’re crazy.’ What I was 

experiencing, I knew it wasn’t normal. Normal people are not often followed by dark 

entities, they do not hear singing voices inside of their heads. The words of the songs, I 

am sure I didn’t make up. Some odd language, that sounds deep, dark and ancient.

It was the smell of burning flesh that confirmed my worries. Either I was going crazy, Or some type of demon was plaguing my soul. I’d never been one who believed in 

the spiritual aspects of life. So I of course assumed that it was my mind. It had to be. The 

sleeping pills should have kept me sleeping throughout the night, but I awoke. The smell 

of burning flesh so strong in the air that I could taste it. I gagged, stumbled out of bed and 

through the house. Shadows were swirling, patterns that were not average. I could feel it, 

like smoke. They were drifting, lazily around me. The melodies played loud in my head, 

growling voices, dark songs of ancient times. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, it 

felt as if it was going to explode out of my chest. And then I felt it, a hand. It ran across 

my face, nails digging lightly into the flesh. Slipping down to my throat, and gripping it 

tightly.

I could feel the air, building around me, thicker and thicker. My lungs were 

begging for release. The pressure on my throat just got worse and worse. My vision was 

blurring. I could feel my pulse pounding in my head as my hands clawed at the air in front 

of me. It was my first encounter with the demon.

Author's Note

See, I can write more than cuddles and happiness. Whatchya think?

Reviews

[Jaslin K]

I love the beginnning. You're letting everyone relate to the character before you even begin telling her side of the story, which is clever. The frantic doubts and images in her head are very nicely written. I think this is an amazing horror piece. I'd read more to this

[Zachary_James]

Briliant story. I could feel demons wanting to come out, and grab me by the throat. This was amazing, Loved it.